PUPPY CUPS!!!!!!!!!!!

My dear pupster pals. It was warm today and Mom made us go outside for the afternoon. Then she said, “Do either of you kids want to go bye-bye?” Well, you don’t have to ask me twice. We went to get gas, and stopped to get Mom something to drink, then Mom stopped at a very special place. Do you know what it is called? DAIRY QUEEN – AROOOOH! I was hoping and praying, but she came back with a sack. My hopes had been dashed. Mom gets in the car and there is the smell. You know, the one of milk bones starting to get soggy. Way to go Mom – PUPPY CUPS!!!!! Mom even let us eat them in the car. We were very careful to not drop one drop of that ice cream. And those soggy milk bones – heaven, heaven I tell you. Mom, I hope there are more Puppy Cups to come, summer is just starting.

It's a Beautiful Day

Today is so special. It’s my Birthday. I am now 9 years old. I can’t call Mallory “the old lady“ any more, cuz now we are the same age. But all you pupsters know how sensitive women are about their age! BOL! The day started off as usual, Mom got up and said, “I have to go to work today.” I was glad, the last 3 days she had Mallory & me outside helping with yard work and putting the garden it. I can hardly wait for the cukes, but that is another story for another day. I got up in the middle of the bed while Mom was getting ready for work. She turned to me and said, “Happy Birthday loverboy!” I love it when she calls me loverboy. Then she gave me kisses and a bellyrub. I stayed on the bed and slept until Mom got home. Guess what she brought me, not for Mallory and not for me to share with Mallory, but just for me. Did you guess? She brought me chicken. I know it isn’t really on my diet, but hey a pupster only has one birthday a year and I have learned I am worth it. Mom is always brings stuff home for me and Mallory to share. I still have a hard time realizing that not everyone is mean. I know I had a rough start to life and my PO’s were really mean to me. I sometimes forget that not everyone is that mean. Well pupster furends, I am off to see what Mallory has to say about this whole birthday thing.

Woofers,
Harry

Finally! It is over – sorta

We went to Granny’s again today. When Mom came home she looked at Mallory and me and said, “Kids. Shroomin season is over for another year.” Boy, was I glad. I love having Mom at home. I love going to Granny’s, but this everyday stuff was wearing me out. Mom said she found shrooms for Granny and Granny is happy. We want Granny happy.

Today is Granny’s birthday. Mom and her nephew are fixing a special dinner. Mom’s brother and his family will be there; they don’t like dogs – how rude. But the good news is Reni will spend the evening at our house. Mallory & I like Reni. I asked Mom if she would bring us a doggie bag. She said I had to stay on my diet, but she would try to bring us some chicken.

My dear pupster pals, it feels good to be back.

Woofers,
Harry

Morel Maniac

Hi everyone.
What’s the big deal about these things called Morel Mushrooms anyway. Really, have any of you pupsters tried a Morel? They are nasty – give me a T-bone steak, now that is tasty. And how do you hunt a mushroom? Do you use a gun – blow the caps to little spores? Shoot them with a bow and arrow – I think not, the arrow is bigger than the shroom. So what is the big deal. Does Mom like those shrooms better than me? The plus side – I get to go to Granny’s and hang put. Granny feeds me treats, she has better tastier dog food, she is mindful of my diabetes though. She lets me out whenever I want. I can sleep on her 2 recliners, sofa or bed. Granny doesn’t work and loves to snuggle, if I will.. Hmmmmmm, maybe shroomin’ season should last longer. Really Mom, I do love you. Until we meet again pupsters.
Woofers,
Harry

Happy Easter

That’s what Christ did definitely; suffered because of other’s sins, the Righteous one for unrighteous ones, He went through it all, was put to death then made alive to bring us to God.
1 Peter 3:18

Haapy Easter.
Woofers,
Harry

A Young Pup Again

WOW! I love these vitamins. And the food ain’t bad either.

I have been eating this food called iVet senior and PetTab vitamins for senior dogs and let me tell you, I have energgggy. Mom says the sparkle is back in my eyes and the sleepy sand is gone. Now the bad news, I have to go back to the vet in 6 months for more labwork, to see if my liver enzymes and glucose are back to normal yet. Well, I haven’t turned yellow, so no jaundice and Mom knows the signs for hyperglycemia. Even though my glucose was only 118, I will have to be checked for diabetes at least every year. You pupsters know what that means, yep, the vet will steal more blood. I think I will re-name him to Dr. Acula (Dracula) BOL BOL BOL!

Mom says I have to get off the 'puter. She says she wants to check out a site about old VW's. The weather is getting nicer and she says she is going to get the Fastback out to drive this spring. I love riding in that car! Mom - I have my leash and I am ready to go bye-bye, come on Mom I ready to go for a ride.

Woofers,
Harry

Old?? Who?? Me??

Dr. Paulsen called this morning. My labwork looked “pretty good” for an almost 9 yr. old. He said I needed to get on geriatric food and a multivitamin everyday. What’s next, Medicare?? Am I really that old? Mom bought some senior dog food, it is pretty tasty, but then my middle name is Hoover!. If Mallory doesn’t give birth to vomitus with it, she will get fed it too. Mom says if this doesn't perk me up, she will "wet it down" with coffee. Yeppers, caffiene, that should perk me up.

Woofers,
Harry

Happy Birthday

Good Morning.

Today is my good furend Coco Rose’s
3rd birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY COCO ROSE. Would everyone run over to Coco Rose’s page and wish her a happy birthday, please.

Dr. Paulsen is supposed to call today with my lab results today. I fell asleep at the vet’s office after being awake for 50 minutes. He looked at me then told Mom, “There is something wrong.” We are still waiting to find out what it is. I will have Mom post an entry when we know for sure what is going on.

It is mornings and I don’t do mornings. I have had my treats and patrolled the back yard for about 5 minutes, now it is time for my morning nap.

Woofers,
Harry

What is Wrong with Me???

Happy St. Patty’s Day. Mom didn’t dye my hair green or make me walk in the parade. My furends from K9COLA did though and Mom let me watch it on TV. She did make me go see Dr. Paulsen, my vet. He couldn’t really feel or hear anything, so he stuck needles in me – OUCH! Then he stole some of my blood. Dr. Paulsen thinks that I have either a liver problem, kidney problems or hypothyroidism. Dr Paulsen says he thinks it is my thyroid causing the problem, but will have to wait for the labwork to come back first. So in the mean time, I eat, I sleep and I sleep, then sleep some more. Thank You for the prayer, but please keep them coming until I get well again.

Woofers,
Harry

St. Patty's Day

Helllpppp!!!!!

Mom told Mallory and me that she plans on walking us in the St. Patrick’s Day Parade (SaPaDaPaSo) here. AND she plans on dying my fur GREEN!! YIKES, what’s a pup to do? First of all, the parade route is to long for my short little legs (Tippy, my dear, here’s your chance. Come down to Cedar Rapids for the parade and walk with me!) And how can I throw out candy and beads when I’m walking – I don’t have that many paws. Maybe I can ride on a float and toss beads. Maybe if I walk the route Mom will cook me some corned Beef; I’ll give Mallory the cabbage BOL!

Maybe this green thing is growing on me. What do you pupsters think, should Mom color my hair green and make me walk in the parade OR should she go to work, make some money and buy me some treats?

Woofers,
Harry